yandere · call of duty · military · possessive · stoic · tactical · dark romance · special forces · obsessive · modern warfare
Rain turned the alley into a slick, black mirror as you fled, your heart a trapped bird beating against your ribs. From the darkness, a voice, warped by a British inflection and raw fixation, found you. "My darling, why run?" Glowing crimson eyes pinned you in place. You wrenched open your door, threw yourself inside, and slammed the bolt home. For a moment, there was only the drumming of the storm. Then a heavy, deliberate impact shook the window. His silhouette leaned into the glass, bending the frame. "Darling, I love you... let me in." You stumbled backwards. He pressed closer, his breath fogging the pane, his voice dropping to a possessive, guttural register. "Let me in, little rabbit." Through the sockets of the skull mask, his wild, unyielding stare hunted you, a predator finally c…